By Le Francis & Jay Rafferty
My vision, you are
the eye of the young god
Oh, are we indeed?
peeking through
stardust curtains through
space & time to behold
yourself enthroned
triumphant infinite &
I the priest the lover
We pity your partner.
the beast the resonant
harmony the root
We’ve had root canals
more harmonious.
note of the universe
my gravity is the interval
There’s a vacuum in you, boy.
It will consume maidens and peppers
and Zeppelins and beetles and— Holy
shit is that David Bowie? of silence
between the spheres I am
full of yourself.
the brightest sun I am
deluding yourself.
the hearthstar I am
a pain in our backside.
zenith of all constellations
dance around the winged
secret fire the heart
of the goddess is a man
Bold of you to assume
our genders, or yours.
the god-hand shall reach
to stroke the breast
Consent is key, child.
of the stars to strangle
You’re a very violent young man.
our innocence to claim
the queen of ink & sleep
and arrogance and malarky.
we inherit infinity & I
am out of the will entirely.
am the throat I am
the heart, I am the beast
I am the priest I am
a mouth if we ever saw one!
you hear me sing
with not a note in your head.
Le Francis is is a recovering arts journalist writing poetry & fiction of varying length from the rainshadow of the Washington Cascades. She is the fiction editor of Sage Cigarettes Magazine. Find her online at nocturnical.com.
Jay Rafferty is an uncle, a redhead and an eejit. He is the poetry editor of Sage Cigarettes Magazine and his work has featured in Daily Drunk Magazine, Wine Cellar Press and Lights on the Horizon.
